Feng Ling was indeed hungry. She sat down and dug in.
After several bites, she noticed Li Nanheng passing her by. He first went into the bedroom to change his clothes. Afterward, he came out of the room and walked past her again. Although he did not say anything, he seemed to be moving intentionally.
She subconsciously lifted her eyes and met his gaze.
He was waiting for her to speak up; he knew she definitely wouldn't like those random little trinkets. It was this bowl of common noodles that would move her heart.
But she sure was good. She dug in immediately without a word of thanks. She didn't even smile at him.
It was fine. He wasn't the sort to look for credit. Besides, it wasn't like her to make a big fuss about this; he wouldn't enjoy receiving such a reaction either.
But she didn't even say a single word before sitting down to eat. This was really too much like Feng Ling…
